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I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows; Quite overcanopied with lush woodbine, With sweet musk roses, and with eglantine: There sleeps Titania some time of the night, Lull’d in these flowers…
1 — Shall I die? Shall I fly — Lovers’ baits and deceits, sorrow breeding? — Shall I tend? Shall I send? — Shall I sue, and not rue my proceeding? — In all duty her beauty Binds me her…
Full fathom five thy father lies: Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange; Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:…
O! for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention; A kingdom for a stage, princes to act And monarchs to behold the swelling scene. Then should the war-like Harry, like himself, Assume the port of…
A mote it is to trouble the mind’s eye.In the most high and palmy state of Rome,A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,The graves stood tenantless and the sheeted deadDid squeak and gibber in the Roman streets;As stars with trains…
Most sacred Majesty, whose great deserts Thy Subject England, nay, the World, admires: Which Heaven grant still increase: O may your Praise, Multiplying with your hours, your Fame still raise; Embrace your Counsel; Love, with Faith, them guide, That both,…
A lover’s eyes will gaze an eagle blind, A lover’s ear will hear the lowest sound, When the suspicious head of theft is stopped. Love’s feeling is more soft and sensible Than are the tender horns or cockled snails. Love’s…
Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night! Comets, importing change of times and states, Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky, And with them scourge the bad revolting stars That have consented unto Henry’s death . .…
A heavy sentence, my most sovereign liege, And all unlooked-for from Your Highness’ mouth. A dearer merit, not so deep a maim As to be cast forth in the common air, Have I deservèd at Your Highness’ hands. The language…
Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse steals trash; ’tis something, nothing; Twas mine, ’tis his, and has been slave to thousands. But he that filches from…